Humble

When I was in the shower this morning (a place where it is quiet), I saw a picture in my mind's eye. A picture of a little girl. She was too young to be alone but she was alone. She had her back to a big old white house and she was wearing rags. Her feet were bear and her skin was filthy dirty. I don't know if she was an orphan but she felt like it.
She started to walk away from that house and I knew where she was going. It was raining and she took off her ragged clothes. Left them there. In a heap. She walked naked and ashamed, through that rain, further into the field of grass. The rain was cleansing her. Her tears washed away in it. She walked until she no longer felt shame.....